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Chapter 67: "Gone" Cicero was running on pure adrenaline from the chaotic yet rewarding skirmish with half a dozen Whiterun guards and several off-duty Stormcloak soldiers. He couldn't tell how much collateral damage was done, but it was definitely enough to get his face on a wanted poster. He knew he was too low on stamina to continue evading capture, and they'd surely put him to death on the spot for the hassle. He had to get some distance before he could rest. He was fast, but he was quite outnumbered. Temporarily disoriented after sustaining a blow to the head, Cicero staggered through the city gates spitting blood and trying to keep his eyes locked on the horizon to stay balanced. The yelling of the guards echoed in his ears as he leaped over the stone barrier and dropped down to the lower level of the path. His landing wasn't as soft as anticipated despite attempting to break his fall with a well-timed roll. It was hard not to acknowledge the horrible sound of his knee